As I drop 10 off on her second to last day of school, I turn to the back seat. She is smiling and ready. The last day is almost here and this almost-done-with-fourth grade girl is ready for lazy days of summer, for sleeping in, for swimming, for playing with friends and her cousins. I
Tag: raising girls
I am a feminist. If you’re not really sure what that means, please read this blog post from last year where I share what a feminist is and why I want my daughters to be one. I feel so lucky to have my girls (and I know I’d also feel the same way if I had boys). However, raising daughters
I have an older brother that I idolized when I was growing up. He was born six years prior to me, in 1969, so had a knowledge of all things denim, Led Zeppelin, and Ford Mustangs. My Dad was the man in my little world. A carpenter who firmly believed that a fancy gym was
Oh my. Where do I even start with these daughters of mine? They are living zest. Spunk and zeal with a dress and a bow (the twirlier the better thank you very much). Every moment is lived to the max. They will absolutely let you know what they think, feel, like, want, need, and dislike
